ALL Jehovah thy salvation;
Rest beneath the Almighty's shade: In his sacred habitation
Dwell, nor ever be afraid.
There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.
From the sword at noonday wasting,
From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight blasting,
God will be thy sure defence:
Fear not then the deadly quiver,
Though a thousand feel the blow;
Mercy shall thy soul deliver,
Though ten thousand be laid low.
If with pure and firm affection
On God's laws be set thy love;
With the wings of his protection,
He will shield thee from above:
Thou shalt call when griefs oppress thee;
He will hearken, he will save;
Here with special favour bless thee,
Give thee life beyond the grave.
AY by day the manna fell;
O! to learn this lesson well:
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.
Day by day, the promise reads;
Daily strength for daily needs:
Cast foreboding fears away;
Take the manna of to-day.
Lord, my times are in thy hand,
All my sanguine hopes have plann'd,
To thy wisdom I resign,
And would make thy promise mine.
Thou my daily task shalt give :
Day by day to thee I live:
So shall added years fulfil,
Not mine own-my Father's will.
Fond ambition, whisper not;
Happy is my humble lot.
Anxious, busy cares, away!
I'm provided for to-day.
O! to live exempt from care
By the energy of prayer;
Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Yet elate with gratitude.
LORD, how happy should we be,
If we could cast our care on thee,
If we from self could rest;
And feel, at heart, that one above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.
Could we but kneel and cast our load,
E'en while we pray, upon our God;
Then rise with lighten'd cheer,
Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famish'd raven's cry,
Will hear in that we fear.
How far from this, our daily life!
Ever disturb'd by anxious strife,
By sudden, wild alarms :
O could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall
On Thine almighty arms!
Pin duty's path go on;
thou thy trust in God;
Walk in his strength with faith and hope,
So shall thy work be done.
Commit thy ways to him;
Thy work into his hands;
And rest on his unchanging word,
Who heaven and earth commands.
Though years on years roll on,
His covenant shall endure;
Though clouds and darkness hide his path,
The promised grace is sure.
Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
shall clear thy way:
Wait thou his time; the darkest night
Shall end in brightest day.
IVE to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismay'd:
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way:
Wait thou his time, so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.
Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
Bid every care be gone.
What, though thou rulest not?
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
Leave to his sovereign sway,
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wondering own his way,
How wise, how strong his hand.
Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee;
O lift thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee.
Let us in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care.
OMMIT thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,
To his sure truth and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands:
Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey:
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.
No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care:
To him commend thy cause, his ear
Attends the softest prayer.
When thou arisest, Lord,
What shall thy work withstand? Whate'er thy children want, thou giv'st: And who shall stay thy hand?
Thou everywhere hast sway, And all things serve thy might; Thine every act pure blessing is, Thy path, unsullied light.
RUST in the Lord;-his grace abounding,
His mighty arm, thy foes confounding,
Shall all thy steps in safety lead.
Trust in the Lord-in days of sorrow,
And meekly tread the thorny way;
It may be thou wilt see to-morrow
The love that chastens thee to-day.
Trust in the Lord-in hours of gladness
Nor let thy heart be lifted up;
In wisely mingled joy and sadness
'Tis He that portions out thy cup.
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